Water and air
Needed!
Mecca!
Every Muslim
Needs to experience
A trip to Mecca
The Holy Rock
Of the Koran faith
I've made the trip
Myself with others
It is a mans only
Place
No girls allowed
I sat in the car
Very hot and exhausting
At least the Hagia Sophia
Used to allow tourist
And I was also a tour guide
There as well
In my travels
It is odd
One does and
Does not know
Things from the past
Some people recall
Everything important
To them and others
Only what is spoken
I have a tendency to
Recall as needed
Not all at once
Those years are a blur
Now when my mother
Would not allow me
To be at home
I got a life of my own
And then got oppressed
Insisted I had to live with her
Misting areas are needed
In Paris for the summer games
As well as small splash pads
For the tiny ones to enjoy
And perhaps a few
Pop up clear tents
With air conditioning
Would help with crowd
Control not that they
Have not taken to the
Streets again....
I do hope Le Pen
Knows what she has done
To my city
And my apartment
Has probably been
Invaded by Brent
Have him arrested
Please he is nothing
But trouble
And has threatened
My more than once
With a knife
His sister Tara
Is also not to be
Trusted
On camera took
A loaded gun
And put it to my
Mothers head
And pulled the trigger
Found blood on the pillow
My mother is a quick one
Moved her head at the last
Moment but still Tara
Comes along and grins
As for Gary and Lisa
Gary is the fomer
Husband of Ludmilla
I went to almost all
Of her weddings
Six that I recall
This is the father of
Her daughter Eve
Known as by the
Grandmas name
Of Green
By the way
Ludmilla
There is this little
Piece of property
I have my eye upon
Since Gary and Lisa
Have been raiding my places
I see fit to claim
His inheritance
Out there by Bodega Bay
Overlooking the sea
Where Drake is supposed
To have sunk one
Of his ships
They have been
Exploring under water
Anyways
It is mine
And not yours
Or Lisas
Got it?
It is hot outside
Keep to the shade
Or find a cool spot
Those pilgrims
Should sue thier
Tourist agent
Who sent them
Unprepared into
A wasteland
Not pleasant
To have no place
To stay or lay down
I have done that as well
I miss my father
Whom I always got
Things wrong
No matter how hard
I tried I just could
Not get past my mother
My younger brother
Showed me his family photobook
They were all the wrong people
In them and they had court orders
But then they dont have to comply
They are Germans not Americans
Poor kid
Grew to hating me
No matter how many
Times I save him
He does not care
Those ladies from the hall
Were always there
Making sure he did not
Know they wanted
Me to have nothing at all
And they have already
Called dibbs on a piece
Of property
That had nothing but
Running water
When I was little
I intend to take that place
Back as well
So Ludmilla
You better keep
Your eyes off of that one
As well
And Jimmy is not my relative
What ever he told you
When he married you
In front of others
Besides myself
It is not true
Try Vermont
His daddy was from there
Where was his mother from?
Oh there is nothing down there....
Gary is a rapist
So beware all of Paris
And as for that fourth
Daughter if I don't kill her
She is an exact look alike
For her grandma Doris
You know her as Roberts
But this one call
Herself Dixon for some reason
Four daughter she has
They all call me mama
None of them are mine
Two of them are adopted
And two of them are natural
She wont acknowledge
Anything before that
There is also a son
With a cleft chin
He was half raised by me
But be careful
Those women only want
To kill everything
Wish they would go
On a pilgrimage
To their own place
Moved out of Brooklyhn
Got too violent
And too hot for them
There are all those
Cushy hotels for them
To stay in
And lots of cows
To stare at
Creatures of leisure
Airconditioning
Cars, houses
And trailors
They never do anything
Modest or worthy
Of being mentioned
A humbling experience!
Where are they
Going to go?
Those who dont
Have the same
Equality as these
People who want
Everything for themselves
They should be sending
Tablets and hotspots
To Africa instead
Of shelf serving Lesbians
And all those married men
Who just want to have
Thier way with another womans
Bank account
Most of them dont even
Attempt to rape
They simply lay in wait
To see if there is another guy
And then if there is the slightest
They go in for the kill
Right Brent?
And Gary?
By the way Gary
I think Dan beat you to
Your former fiancé
Demi M did give birth
To a boy named Adam
But he looks more like
Dan as does the other Adam
Anyways Brent
Why dont you go hug
John G
After all he is your daddy
Isnt that right?
Taught you how
To climb in windows
And steal from
Little old ladies
And then hawk everything
You could at a pawnshop
Considering having them
Investigated
The Aztec bit the dust
By the way
Got in over his head
Way to hot out there
Maybe you would like
To go sit in jail?
Did you know there
Is now an interactive
Online Monopoly game?
The dice roll themselves
And the guy runs
Around on his own
Hmm, sounds like
Never mind
Jimmy always steals everything
Just as Candy always take
Credit for everything
Cant even think about
Something without her
Claiming it came out of her
Ass instead of my head.
Consider renaming yourself
Satan? Not Santa?
Did you know I got
Some wise sage information
From one of your nephews
Allona's husband Robert
Once told me in a not to
Timid voice
That did I know that
The Demons watch
Everything you do?
I actually think he was
Threatening me
But is good advice
For all of you
Who dont think god knows
Your sins because
You all have it covered
With each other bringing
False witness
And finger pointing
In the wrong direction
But perhaps you
Should look up and down
Next time.....
Almost too hot
To go outside
But some people have to ....
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